**Title: The Taste of Revenge**

I never thought I’d be standing outside Emily’s bedroom door at midnight, dripping wet from the rain and shaking with nerves—or was it excitement? But here I was, my heart pounding like it wanted to break free from my ribs. She’d texted me an hour ago, drunk and bitter, complaining about her husband again. *He doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t even look at me anymore.* I knew what that meant. I’d seen the way her fingers lingered on my arm when we talked, the way her lips parted just slightly when I leaned too close.

I knocked softly. The door opened almost immediately, and there she was—her blonde hair messy, her eyes dark with wine and something else. Her robe was barely tied, the fabric slipping enough to show the curve of one breast.

“You came,” she whispered, dragging me inside.

“I couldn’t stay away,” I admitted, my voice rough.

She pressed me against the door, her hands sliding up my sides, her breath hot on my neck. “He’s asleep,” she said, like a promise. “Won’t wake up for anything.”

Then her mouth was on mine, hungry and desperate. I groaned into the kiss, my hands tangling in her hair as her tongue pushed between my lips. She tasted like red wine and mint, her body soft and warm against mine. I could feel her nipples hardening through the thin fabric of her robe, and when my fingers found the tie and loosened it, the robe slid to the floor.

She was naked underneath.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my gaze raking over her perfect tits, her narrow waist, the smooth curve of her hips. She was so fucking beautiful, and all mine tonight.

Emily smirked and reached for my shirt, tugging it over my head. Her hands were greedy, sliding over my chest, pinching my nipples until I gasped. “You like that?” she murmured, her voice low and teasing.

“Yes,” I whimpered.

She pushed me onto the bed and climbed over me, her thighs straddling my waist. I could already feel how wet she was, the heat of her pussy seeping through my pants. She ground down, making me moan.

“You want me, don’t you?” she asked, her fingers trailing down my stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of my leggings.

“God, yes,” I begged.

She pulled my pants down, her mouth watering as she saw how soaked my panties were. With one quick tug, she had them off too, and then her fingers were sliding through my folds, rubbing my clit in slow circles. I arched into her touch, my hips jerking.

“So wet for me,” she purred, before lowering her head between my thighs.

The moment her tongue touched my pussy, I nearly screamed. She licked me slow at first, teasing, but then her mouth closed around my clit, sucking hard. I clawed at the sheets, my legs shaking. “Oh fuck, Emily—yes, like that!”

She moaned against me, her tongue flicking faster, her fingers pushing inside me. I could feel her getting wetter just from tasting me, her hips rocking against the bed. She was so fucking good at this, her fingers curling just right, her tongue relentless.

“Gonna come,” I choked out, my thighs clamping around her head.

She didn’t stop. Instead, she sucked harder, fucking me with her fingers, and I shattered—my orgasm hitting me like a wave, my back arching off the bed as I whimpered her name.

Before I could recover, Emily was crawling up my body, her lips swollen and glistening from my pussy. She kissed me deep, letting me taste myself on her tongue. “My turn,” she whispered, flipping us so I was on top.

I didn’t hesitate. I buried my face between her thighs, my tongue dragging through her soaked folds. She was so wet, her pussy clenching as I licked her. She whimpered, her hands fisting in my hair, forcing me closer.

“Fuck, yes, right there!” she gasped when I sucked her clit.

I fucked her with my tongue, slipping two fingers inside her tight cunt, curling them just to hear her moan louder. She was shaking, her thighs trembling around my head as she got closer.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop—”

I didn’t. I licked and sucked until her hips jerked, her whole body tensing as she came with a muffled cry. She clenched around my fingers, her pussy pulsing as I worked her through it, drinking every last drop of her.

When she finally collapsed, panting, I crawled up beside her, pressing lazy kisses along her neck.

She turned her head, smirking. “He’ll never make me feel like that.”

I grinned, dragging her against me. “Good.”

And as the rain tapped against the window, we ignored the man asleep down the hall, lost in each other’s bodies instead.